This is a song about "The mill hoterl"

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

When i was nineteen i really had whole mill

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

The more battles the better the flows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Just run of the mill a freestyle, once in a while

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh